I don't see the big deal, really, we're just entering another phase of civilization.
Think about it, just one generation ago my grandfather was born in a clapboard shack on the prairies into what we would now consider third-world poverty. Likewise, my oldest uncle had to start a woodfire in the mornings during the winter so they could thaw enough water to bathe before walking to school. We're talking full-on Grapes of Wrath stuff.
I am 55, I remember My mother was born in the city of Atlanta in a clapboard shack no water or electricity, chickens and roosters running through the yard. she told me she was so poor she ate dirt. I saw her brothers and sisters eat mustard and ketchup sandwiches. I saw that shack when I was growing up.